"Haha! Just in time! " Zhao Yuande's body swayed and two more doppelgangers came out of his body. The two doppelgangers charged at the old monk, while Zhao Yuande charged at the middle-aged monk.
This middle-aged monk was obviously stronger than the old monk, so he had to focus all his energy to deal with him.
"You … This is the Qi into Trinity! Who the hell are you? " The middle-aged monk was obviously shocked. The Qi into Trinity was a secret technique of Bajing Palace. If this guy was really a disciple of Bajing Palace, it would be difficult to deal with him!
"Who am I? Hehe, a busybody! "Zhao Yuande didn't care about what this guy thought. He rushed forward with his halberd.
Facing this guy, he didn't just rely on his physical strength. If he did, he would probably lose miserably.
He poured the majestic energy from his body into the halberd. The eight-colored power of rules formed a small vortex in his palm, constantly absorbing the terrifying impact of his opponent's powerful strength!
However, his opponent's strength was beyond his imagination. This middle-aged monk didn't use any weapons. His fists emitted golden Buddhist light. Every time his fists hit the halberd, Zhao Yuande felt a strong shock that made his blood boil.
The more the middle-aged monk fought, the braver he became. He kept shouting. It was the sound of the ancient Buddhist characters, which made Zhao Yuande's eardrums buzz.
"Padme Hum!" Zhao Yuande thought of the Six-Syllable Sanskrit Mantra that he got from the One-Ring Wooden Fish. He couldn't help but shout out these three characters to fight against his opponent.
"These are the three characters of the Six-Syllable Sanskrit Mantra of my Zen Sect! Where did you get them? " The middle-aged monk's breathing was a little rapid. If he could get the essence of these three characters, his cultivation would definitely advance by leaps and bounds. It wouldn't be a dream to become a Divine Emperor.
"Don't flatter yourself. You are a Zen Sect, just a branch of Buddhism! These are the Six-Syllable Sanskrit Mantra of my Zen Sect! "Zhao Yuande sneered.
"Junior Brother, don't hold back! Take him down! " The half-monk half-secular old man also looked at Zhao Yuande with a burning gaze and secretly transmitted his voice to his junior brother.
The Six-Syllable Sanskrit Mantra of Buddhism was a supreme divine skill. It was a treasure that could bring the Minghui Zen Temple to greater heights. The old man had been running around in the ruins of many macro worlds for thousands of years, but he had not found a single word of the Six-Syllable Sanskrit Mantra. Now that the opportunity was right in front of him, how could he not be overjoyed?
Even if the other party was the Heavenly King, he would still take it. For Zen cultivators like them, the six-syllable mantra was more precious than any heavenly treasure, any heaven-defying pill or cultivation method.
"Yes! Senior Brother. " The middle-aged monk's expression immediately became extremely solemn. A large Buddha slowly appeared behind him. Boundless Buddhist light illuminated the land. Heavenly music descended from the nine heavens. The many Zen disciples could not help but press their palms together and silently recite scriptures.
As for the cultivators who were not Zen cultivators, they retreated in shock. They felt like their heads were being struck by sledgehammers.
In particular, Zhao Yuande, who was at the center of the Buddhist chants, immediately felt like a majestic mountain was pressing down on his head. He could not even raise his head.
The golden Buddha punched at Zhao Yuande. The fist glowed with golden light, like a divine sun falling from the sky. It carried a terrifying power that could destroy a large city.
Zhao Yuande could only feel the other party's fist. He could not dodge it at all. He could only helplessly raise his hand to meet it.
"Boom!"
Zhao Yuande was sent flying several hundred meters away. Who knew how many tall buildings he smashed into? In the end, he plowed a huge hole in the ground. Zhao Yuande lay quietly in the hole. He was covered in blood and did not move at all.
"Haha!" The middle-aged monk laughed heartily as he slowly walked towards the hole.
"Don't kill him! I want him alive! " Lei Ruofeng revealed a ferocious smile. "I don't care who you are. How dare you humiliate my Thunder Prison Family. I'll let you know how to write the word 'death'."
"Sister, let us do it! Don't dirty your hands! "The handsome man was eager to try.
"Alright! That's it. "Lei Ruofeng's lips curled up. He was obviously very pleased with himself.
"Yuan De …" Zhu Luan's eyes were filled with anger. However, she did not rush forward. Instead, she stopped the others. "Don't. I can feel the Qi and blood in his body surging. It seems like he's fine."
Everyone nodded. They could feel it too. Moreover, the Qi and blood were surging more violently. It was like a river that was about to burst its banks.
"Mm!" At this moment, everyone present could feel the aura of the person lying in the big pit becoming more and more terrifying. A bright star lit up on his chest, reflecting the light in his palm.
"I didn't expect you to force me to go all out. It seems like I've underestimated you people." Zhao Yuande slowly walked out of the hole. The scars on his body had completely disappeared. The two bright stars seemed to be connected by an invisible thread. A terrifying force shook the entire space. Zhao Yuande had finally displayed his strongest state.
"It's useless even if you unleash your full power. The Buddha behind me is the War Buddha. His strength can fight against the heavens. He's the best at restraining cultivators like you who have strong physical bodies." The middle-aged monk revealed a faint smile. He looked very confident.
"We'll only know after we fight!" Zhao Yuande walked faster and faster. His body grew bigger with each step. After ten steps, he had turned into a terrifying giant that was a hundred feet tall.
The giant swung his fist. Heaven and earth trembled under his fist. A terrifying force came crashing down towards the middle-aged monk.
"Do you think that becoming bigger means becoming stronger? How naive. Watch how I, the War Buddha, subdue you! "
The battle between the two was earth-shattering. In just a few short breaths, more than half of the Jiang Clan's Sacred City had collapsed. However, the Jiang Clan's residence was protected by the Heavenly Dragon's Eight Sonorous Bells.
The half-monk, half-secular old man frowned. He had a bad feeling. The young man in front of him was too heaven-defying. He was able to fight one against two and was evenly matched with his two junior brothers. Could he be an important figure in the Bajing Palace?
If that was the case, it would be difficult to deal with him.
One had to know that the branches of the Bajing Palace were all over the world. Even in an ordinary small world, there would be branches of the Bajing Palace. Moreover, they had all received the true teachings of the Bajing Palace. More importantly, you could destroy the branches of the Bajing Palace, but you couldn't covet the cultivation methods of the Bajing Palace. As long as you had such thoughts, the peerless powerhouses of the Bajing Palace would come. Only death would await you.
You could provoke them, kill them, and even humiliate them. However, you couldn't think of touching their cultivation methods.
However, this didn't mean that you could bully and humiliate the disciples of the true main branch of the Bajing Palace at will. They might have powerful figures backing them up, so no one dared to act rashly.
Therefore, in the beginning, the old man thought that even if Zhao Yuande was a disciple of the Bajing Palace, he could kill him. However, now that he had seen how heaven-defying the other party was, his heart began to pound.
Although the old man himself had a powerful backer, this backer was still too weak in front of the main branch of the Bajing Palace. He had to think carefully.
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